Sorry for the delay in posts; as you know from my last post I was in Los Angeles for a few days. Make sure you read Hampton’s posts on The Figurehead vs. The Giant Chocolate Cake at Gladstones in Malibu. What a time! As I said before, my company treats us great and everthing we do is first class. Friday morning I sat at a table with Fred Thompson and listened to Dennis Miller talk about his soon to start talk radio program. Funny stuff…Mr. Thompson seemed to enjoy it as well. If Thompson becomes our next president that’ll be an even better story to share with my grandkids one day.
I ran every morning from our hotel in Marina del Rey up to Santa Monica. I’d listen to Californication by The Chili Peppers each morning as I passed through Venice Beach. That is quite possibly the saddest place on earth. I’d love to know the stories of those sad souls asleep on the beach, setting up their art displays (amateurish paintings of naked women and clowns on plywood), sloppily strumming a guitar, etc. At one time those people had dreams. That’s likely how they’ve ended up in their current predicaments asleep on Venice Beach at 6:00 am. I’m not naive enough to think that many of them aren’t there because of their own foolish mistakes or laziness. It still hurts though. Crushed dreams are among the coldest realities of our existance. Seeing them each time I’m out there makes me appreciate my life even more. While they shared 40 oz of Old English on the beach I was dining at the Beverly Hilton that night, feeling thankful and a bit guilty at the same time.
I have lots of stuff to post about, but I wanted to blast this one out real quick to let you all know I’m back and will be posting again.